I remain mildly surprised that I managed so many, as I only had fifty by mid July. A southern extravaganza netted me 30 in the south-west and the Welsh borders over four days, after which I realised that I had a mere twelve remaining in England. Too tempting by far. I cleared up the remaining summits (all in the dreaded south-east) in October, followed by a trawl across south Wales. That's left me with only 25 in Wales, so no doubt I'll contrive to make another trip down this year. I might even try to organise the last one for the Marhof meet at Tremadog, but that's probably tempting fate. Before then, I'll certainly hope to have reached my thousandth Scottish Marilyn.
